I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 40 Start wandering today

I went to bed a little early "last night". At three or four o'clock in the morning, Harley fell asleep while talking. Selena had no one to speak, so she could only let herself fall asleep.

Her biological clock was "disordered", and she slept erratically.

I don't know when, the gasping sound of "huchihuchi" came from the side.

There are other people in the house!

Selena, who had been single all the time, woke up suddenly, and then saw Harley doing a one-arm handstand.

She relaxed first, remembered that she picked up a roommate last night, and then rubbed her eyes hard.

"shit, you, what are you doing?" she asked stupidly.

"Have you never seen this kind of action before?" Harry didn't stop, her blond hair in a single ponytail fell to the ground, only the thumb, index finger, and little finger of her right hand touched the ground, and her body continued to rise and fall.

"Of course I know what this is doing. I can do a handstand with one arm, but" Selena got up and circled around Harry for half a circle, but she didn't find a hidden support point behind her.

"I've never seen a one-arm handstand without leaning against the wall, and you only use three fingers."

"It's nothing more than having a strong core and keeping your body balanced. As a world-class gymnast, this is just basic skills." After saying a few words, Harley's even breathing rhythm was disrupted.

Selena was silent.

She often jumps and leaps between Gotham buildings and is more flexible than a cat, so she thinks that her ability is no less than that of a gymnast.
"How long have you been exercising?" she asked.

Harry's legs fell one by one, and her upper body lifted up, like a backflip.

"I woke up at 08:30." She said while wiping off her sweat.

"08:30" Selena looked at the alarm clock next to the mattress, it was exactly ten o'clock.

"The surgery you just had last night, and you're exercising so intensely today, no—holy shit!"

Halfway through the words, Yinpan's face twisted, "This is my Dior 05 commemorative shirt. I finally got it, and I plan to save it for next summer. You actually use it to wipe sweat?!"

"Can't the clothes be washed?" Harry raised his neck and continued to wipe his chest.

"I have a towel here." Selena said with a dark face.

"I saw it, it smells musty, and it's caked. I'm afraid of beriberi if I wipe my feet." Harry said bluntly.

The towel hung on the hook at the door, and it was a lump of greasy. It was probably sky blue at first, but now it is gray and wet and greasy, and it is disgusting to look at.

Selena Yinpan blushed and said loudly, "That's how I live."

"Your previous lifestyle was wrong. You obviously have money to buy famous brands, but you don't know how to take good care of hygiene."

Selena's poor accommodation doesn't mean her quality of life is low.

There are more than ten sets of brand new fashion clothes in the wooden cabinet.

The cosmetics in front of the dresser, at first glance, are all luxury goods.

There was a mess of boots and sneakers piled on the floor by the bed, and there was no miscellaneous brand.

Harley in her early years was far inferior to her.

"It is my freedom to choose what kind of lifestyle." Selena was really angry.

Halle was stunned for a while, and she came to understand a little. The Americans are themselves, and the teenagers and girls in the second phase of the middle school are not allowed to be preached.

"OK, it's my fault," she apologised decisively. "You said last night that you gave me a set of clothes, so let's take this one."

When Harry left the convent, he not only snatched the guns of the two guards, but also took their wallets.

Not a lot of money, less than three hundred dollars in total.

She bought herself a down jacket and has been wearing it till now.

She was also wearing it when she was shot, with a hole in her back and white hairs constantly appearing. Selena said she would give her a whole new set of clothes when she saw it.

Breakfast is a bag of wafers.

Selena usually doesn't eat at home, this den is just a place to sleep and store.It was inconvenient for Harry to go out in broad daylight, so she stayed here to accompany her.

"What exactly do you plan to do?"

Selena asked with a tangled expression when Harry was lying on the window brushing her teeth.

"I can't always rely on you to support me, and it's too dangerous to be with me. It's a little dark in the afternoon, and I'll leave." Harry said.

Selena breathed a sigh of relief and worried again: "You have an injury, is it really okay to be alone?"

The fact that Harry stayed in her den did bring her a lot of psychological burden, not because of the fear of those Holy Advent Crusaders.

If her house was a luxury villa, she would be happy to have Halle live there.

But the reality is that her small home is too shabby, and Harley is not like an ordinary homeless child who has long been used to such a living environment.

Even if Harley is not picky, Selena will feel uncomfortable. Now Harley is still picky, which is the same as children from poor families who generally don't like to invite classmates to play in their home.

"I was shot before, and I lived well by myself. But before I leave, I want you to do me a little favor."

Harry's expression was calm, and he was not at all embarrassed to ask for help.

Because she has really regarded Selena as a friend at this moment.

"What?" Selena asked curiously.

"Two things, first of all, help me change my image, try to make the current me different from the previous me. Finally, help me armed to the teeth." Halle said.

Selena looked at her carefully for a long time and said, "How about you change your hairstyle?"

She touched her afro with satisfaction, "Like me, this year's latest model."

Harry said sincerely: "Selina, this hairstyle really doesn't suit you, you have a silver face, and with a circle of fluffy hair, your face is so big that you lose your neck. ."

If you have a big round face, you should have long straight hair that falls from the forehead to cover the excess part of your face.

"You don't know how to appreciate, everyone says I'm cool." Serena said with a dark face.

Then, she rolled her eyes and said with a wicked smile: "If you want me to say, you used to be a good girl, and now you should be a non-mainstream person."

Harry nodded and said thoughtfully, "Dye the blond hair to other colors, then apply dark eyeshadow, powder on the face, and red on the mouth."

She thought of the image of Harley Quinn in the previous life movie, there is no one more non-mainstream than Harley Quinn.

Psychiatrist Harley Quinn and Harley Quinn look like two people.

In the end, Harley still didn't become "Harley Quinn".

The blonde hair was parted in the middle, dyed pink on one side and bright blue on the other.

The white and pink face of the clown makeup is too ugly, and Harley has changed into a simple gothic dress, and her flawless face does not need to be decorated. Powerful lines.

"It's a little weird." Selena looked at her for a moment and said, "Don't laugh, be beautiful and cool."

Harry immediately suppressed her smile, trying her best to keep her eyes cold and sharp.

"The face and hair are too clean, not like a vagabond."

Selena's tone was slightly sour, even if Harry tossed herself like this, she seemed to have more temperament than her.

"The coat can be dirty, but the body must be hygienic, wash your hands frequently, wash your face and feet every day." Harry glanced at Selena's lower body.

When she took off those leather boots last night, the smell almost smoked her into autism.

She asked where there was water to take a bath, and Selena said she didn't even have a washbasin.

I have never had the habit of washing my face and feet before going to bed.

Some homeless people do not even take a bath for several months, because there is no public bathhouse in the United States, they can only go to the gas station, or wipe by the lake, or use a poke to go to the public toilet to rinse.

Selena is fairly hygienic. Sometimes when she sneaks into someone's house to steal something, she locks the door from the inside, and calmly uses the shower to take a shower.

"What do you use to grab?" Selena took out a large suitcase from under the wardrobe, and as soon as the lid was lifted, Harry couldn't help whistling.

"I thought you were a pickpocket."

"I'm a pickpocket, but don't forget, this is Gotham. Ordinary people can't sleep without a gun. A real killer must at least collect a few RPGs." Selena said.

Five pistols of various models, two shotguns, and even a "spray" (shotgun).

"It's all second-hand." Harry frowned.

"Second-hand goods are cheap."

In addition to the guns, there was a neatly sized box of cartridges.

What surprised Halle in particular was the bullet belt of the same style as Schwarzenegger.

Well, the kind that is slanted on the shoulder, the plastic shell bullet as thick as a dry battery, looks very intimidating.

"I already had two pistols, and now I'll pick a double-barreled shotgun."

Harry chose the Beretta, which was about [-] centimeters in size, and it was time for it to go out when it came to a rival who was wearing a body armor.

After stuffing the bullets and shotgun into her backpack, she asked, "Are there any bulletproof vests?"

"That thing is so bulky." Selena shook her head.

When Harry was about to leave with a backpack, Selena stopped her and pulled out an old map from under the mattress.

"Almost forgot, this is the distribution map of Gotham's underground forces. Each gang and their range of activities are marked with red dots."

"Shit, there are so many gangs in Gotham?!" Harry was dumbfounded, and the whole map was almost red.

Selena said: "The two main families are Maroni and Falcone, they are the Emperor Hedao.

Each emperor was in charge of a kingdom, and each kingdom had dozens of dukes, and each duke commanded dozens of knights.

To us ordinary people, every jazz is also a boss.

Like me, I'm a lone ranger pickpocket, and I'm my own boss.

The stolen things have to be sold. My last family, Muskie, is a family member of the Yujie family, a jazz. "

"I don't want to mess with them," Harry said.

"Every homeless person doesn't want to be a homeless person." Selena sighed and said helplessly: "Many times we don't have to choose. If someone pulls you into the gang, don't rush to refuse, I'll help you refer to it."

"I really don't want to mess around." Harry was helpless.

"You're so smart, why don't you understand? A person without party affiliation cannot survive in a society full of parties and factions.

Of course, I'm not really making you a black state.

A kingdom, in addition to kings, dukes and knights, and commoners.Just like me, I am my own boss, but I am also a subject of Sister Yu.

I stole from Sister Yu's site, and even if I was caught on the spot, I wouldn't have to worry about my life.

So, do you understand? "

Selena looked into Harry's eyes and said seriously.

Harry sighed, "Got it, I try to keep a low profile and let everyone ignore me."

Selena pointed to the map and continued: "The green dot is a residential area that I often go to, and there are often empty houses that are unoccupied for a long time.

When I meet them, I will live in secretly, and I will leave when the master comes back.If you can't stay on the street any longer, you can visit these places. "

Before leaving, Selena also gave Harry two hundred dollars.

(End of this chapter)